Unfortunately, it was time. He’s walked his last evening patrol of the grounds. He’s selected and relocated his last special rock. But it’s good to think of him being reunited with his friends, and perhaps even meeting his predecessor for the first time. He lived a wonderful life out in the country, he was very well-loved by everyone, and even in his old age, he epitomized what it we have come to appreciate as Chateau Viszla style.
As Nick Cole once told me, every dog is a love story that eventually ends in tears.
Grief is the price we pay for joy. And what are a few days, or even a few months, of grief in comparison with the years of joy they bring us?